| You were looking for a plan and an easy man to tame,
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| woman of arms to take, inhabitant of the Ciudad Condal,
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| you were talking about a garden, a pool close to the sea,
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| I was talking about songs, airplanes and freedom.
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| It is less dangerous to be alone than close to you
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| and although the cold squeezes me it seems that now I am happy,
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| time has done my little scar good
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| that on nights like this threatens to reopen.
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| Neither shared Ramblas nor sunsets in Montjuic,
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| neither my rain from the north nor your Barceloneta in April,
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| with land in between it was easier to laugh again
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| May Valentine and Cupid have mercy on you.
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| It is less dangerous to be alone than close to you
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| and although the cold squeezes me it seems that now I am happy,
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| time has done my little scar good
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| that on nights like this threatens to reopen.
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| While you're still waiting for your prince charming,
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| I got to write you a blues,
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| two stanzas without magic in sentimental plan
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| and an uncommercial chorus.
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| A reckoning, a gray inventory,
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| a remind you that it is better this way,
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| a remind me that it is better this way.
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| It is less dangerous to be alone than close to you,
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| it is less dangerous to be alone than close to you,
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| it is less dangerous to be alone.
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| (Thanks to Robert for these lyrics) |